The Walking Dead [Open] (Tokyo)

"Only if you consider skeletons zombies alone." she would answer back.

"I suppose, with a question like that, you aren't the man we're after." Setsuna would chime in. "Unless you're a woman whose name is Loki." he asked, unprompted by the woman, his own curiosity. He was far bolder now, and more willing to dance with mortals given the circumstance.

The sword was pointed to the opposing female, "Though, while I can appreciate the choice of weapons, I'll have to give a warning to approach any closer." A smile, she was wanting the taste of blood for a while now, only to narrow her eyes at the woman.

"Bones." the figure would lightly say to the woman. The bits and pieces of what they saw, lining up with past stories, and other events. "I'm pretty sure we know her."

"Well it's not Cherry, Moomoo, Kyoko or..." She pondered the thought. "Oi, does the name Army of Bones mean anything to you?" A question, one that would solve any problems before they would arise. Well, hopefully at least. They might not have known who it was exactly, they could toss around a few guesses. It wasn't like orderly steps was a normal sound to hear. They could hear her walking, and the fall of a body that was probably once living. A bloodied weapon was an easy sight, though if they killed dead or the living was hard to say. everything now, was a guess.

But if they were willing to kill on sight, perhaps they would be rather helpful, even for just a little while.

"Or Persephone, I suppose." he would add, trying to cover their bases. A sour look from the woman before he would shrug. "It's not like we kept those names separate, besides, you really think Boss would care?"

Things always did get more complicated the more they spent time with it. The longer they lingered, the more fingers would be pointed at them. Granted, this appearance was better than to play hero dressed up like the dead. Perhaps later, but to summon her own servants, so to speak, would make her a target. That she was aware of, now, at least.

"Oh hey King, you were right, it was Lala." She would say, lowering her weapon and jabbing a thumb towards her direction. "Alright, I guess I owe you a box then." The silent cheer from the creature as he pulled his fist in with his wordless victory.

"Making sure the dead stay dead. If you're trying to stay safe, I can take you to crow, if you haven't gone there already?" She couldn't recall if she met the woman before, but there was an air of familiarity. She had spent just a moment with Crow not that long ago, with a passing experiment. A living person, for a bit of time to pick at his brain. Metaphorically. But she picked at his friend's brain, literally.

"Army of Bones is for us both. She is Bones. I am... the army." Saying out loud, seemed a lot more stupid than reading it to himself. It was a stupid name. One that brought its own set of problems. Bones was fine, for the most part, and functioned the same. "Or Skeleton King, or King, if you prefer shorter titles, Lavender."

There was only one admin, and it was one the both of them took a minor interest in. They were always so friendly there, it was tiem for them to repay the favor.

"Unless you're strictly here to stab the living, with only the dead at the end of your weapon when they're between you and your target, then in that case I can't be of much help." she would say, "I do have a few deliveries to. . . preform?"

Like any game, the main task at hand would be put aside with a random event side quest. She could have said no. She could have denied the idea and went on her own way and left her to her devices. But she was still aware of her situation. All of it, was about upkeeping her appearences. With it, maintaining the network Sato had laid out not that long ago. With Crow on her side, it would have been foolish to disregard Lala. She had to extend the same courtesy.

"Lady." the skeletal figure spoke, bowing as he took a step towards Kasey.

"Well, Lala." the woman spoke, turning to her creation, only to lean towards him. The both of them neared, as their foreheads would lay against each other. The larger of the two, shrinking, until it would seem his own body was pulled into a portal within the girl. In a flash of a moment, he would vanish.

"Let's get you, home? Then?" Home. Did she live with him? Was it wrong to call his own home, hers, if they didn't? Years had passed since then, they had at least moved in together, right?

Kasey would step towards her van, and open the driver's door, only to nod her head, signaling her to enter as well. "Recharge? Not sure if I can help with that? I have batteries if that's something you need?" Charging. What was her quirk? Electricity? Maybe it was the same phrase, maybe she was tired, or hungry. "Or snack bars, not sure what you need." As she would take her seat, she would put the key into the ignition, the muffled sounds of the zombies in the back locked away behind a thick metal wall. The rear view mirror replaced with a small camera on the dashboard instead. Something planned, and in mind when the van was intending to haul so many strange things.

". . . or should we make a stop on the way there?"

It was perhaps the strangest, yet simplest interactions she had ever had with another villain. Taking her from point A to point B? All something that was pretty much already on her path of planned travel? Kasey smiled, the sounds behind them growing more muffled as the vehicle would start to move.

"Glovebox. Should be some bars in there, and some, well normal jerky. Unless you want the other kind then that's in the container, not the baggy." if she opened up the glove compartment, Kasey would offer a finger to point at what was safe to eat, and give a small explanation if she didn't already know. It was her choice, mixed in with a handful of random candies and things she took from the gas station. Normally that alone would give her conflicted feelings, but with the smashed glass, it was already raided, what was another few dozen things missing?

"Ah." She would say, processing the woman's answers. "Calories. Then you're not that different from me then. At least, in the needs to remain alive." The means may have been the same, but their methods varied. With all of the consumed meat in a human's body, Kasey could easily survive for days off one corpse.

She would drive, though not fast, just enough to move at a good pace. Her window would roll down, as from her mask, a smaller skull would appear and crawl out, like a large spider. A few of the limbs would extend out of the car, and as they passed each deceased body, the legs would reach out, impale the bodies, and absorb all of the bones that remained.

If they were going to fight the walking dead, it would be hard for the dead to stand without structure.

"You're rather cut and dry, aren't you?" she asked, trying to cut the silence between them.

No. That wasn't right. No wait, that made the perfect sense. She did know her. That day, when she was gathering all of those books, that girl. What was the name she gave? It didn't matter now. Lala was then, as she was now. She followed Crom for as long as Kasey could remember. Even to the unknown patrons. Though, she wondered if Kasey could have been subject to being one of their targets. A wild thought, all to pass by at the cost of some gas station jerky.

She remained silent for the question, focusing on the task at hand. Quirk starving her? That did seem more like it was burning active calories, from the stomach directly rather than fat deposits in the body, or other means. Granted, Kasey did have a safeguard. It wasn't something she worried about, when there was something literally in her head, letting her know when to stop, or when to do more than she was already doing. Did this make her stronger or weaker? Or did this make them more different than she had thought? How strange. Even simple quirks could be vastly different once you got past the surface. Maybe it was only in usage that they appeared the same. Was this the limits of the body, or simply of the human mind?

"You're someone who gets straight to the point. I'd imagine you'd go directly to what you want and not go around it. If someone is in your way, you take them down." she spoke, a normal recite from her job, before she coughed and cleared up her words. "You seem to say things as they are, you don't... beat the bush, so to speak." That was the saying, right? Or was it don't hit a tree?

"That being said, while our quirks may function the same, it was rude of me to impose you live by the same rules." The next line, something that was known, yet something that always seemed unsettling. "There is enough calories in a human body to sustain a person for about a month and a half, provide every inch of meat and muscle is consumed." she spoke, all of it simple statistics for her, but taboo for the world. "That being said, consuming a value this large, say, for example, weekly, would allow you to preform with the limits of over a month of time, into a week."

She would look over for a moment, Setsuna would return back to his place within his host once a few dozen were already collected. All just bones to absorb and harvest. "Unless you are one who has gotten used to the taste of mortals, I would suggest you not eat the other jerky, unless you're curious." She spoke matter of fact, there was no joke, no smile. For now, it was her sharing information.

"There are people in this world who do not deserve to live. that being said, with the current status of things, I can wholeheartedly say, even with all of my murders, not a single one of my victims is physically able to rise as the dead." A sigh as she looked back at the road, taking the turns needed. It wasn't like it was a far off drive. They would be there soon.

"However, I cannot speak on behalf of the other fools among us that victimize others without remorse. It's that carelessness, that requires us to kill the same person twice." She would nod disapprovingly. "At least even those dismembered will remain in their graves."

All of this, was wrong. And she knew, it was now, she would be outcasted among both sides.

Right. There was a word for that. Why did it slip her mind? Or was it something she was subconsciously choosing not to say? No, she wasn't a cannibal. A cannibal ate people, they devoured people of their own species. If Kasey never considered herself a human, then was she a cannibal still?

"Right, the other way." A rude concept. Or perhaps crude? Why were words so difficult to come by now? No, Kasey understood this idea, the wording. It wasn't the first time it was said. "Well, fortunately for you, I wouldn't dare do such a thing to you, at least not while you're attached to Crow." Murder. Revenge. Kasey still understood that it was this woman that ended Leviathan's life, but even so, brutal murder would be something hard to come by. The day she did it, it would cast out all of her relations and start her over. She did what she always did, it was Levi who was in the wrong place at the wrong time.

". . . Yeah that makes sense." she repeated to herself under her breath, thinking about the words that were carefully laid out. It was something strange to admit to, but even so it felt strangely natural.